Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.